Dong Chao, who was standing on the side, was a little embarrassed, and sneered: "Elder Shan said not to give you special treatment. ”

"Hmm", Song Qingshu agreed, squatted down, and decided to vacate his own territory on the grass shop.

This room should not be lived alone, and I don't know if the roommates are easy to get along with.

The straw-paved bed is a bit messy, and it takes a lot of time to straighten it out. After saying hello to Dong Chao, Dong Chao left early, approaching the martial arts, after all, he also has his own things to do.

After cleaning up, Song Qingshu sat cross-legged and thought back to what happened today. Walk, stop, that's best.

The old beggar still hasn't taught Song Qingshu martial arts, such as the dog stick method, Song Qingshu didn't know why, but after listening to Dong Chao's words just now, he also had some understanding.

Most likely, the old beggar wants to let himself participate in the martial arts!

Only Dong Chao knows that he is the disciple of the old beggar, as Dong Chao said just now: Don't treat yourself differently. I'm afraid that only when he gets a good ranking in the martial arts, the old beggar will teach himself the dog stick method!

Song Qingshu's eyes are narrow-minded, he has no sense of belonging to the beggar gang at all, he is the apprentice of the old beggar, but he doesn't think that he is the child of the beggar gang, and the dog-beating stick method does not have much attraction to him.

Therefore, whether or not to participate in the military exercise does not have much significance to him, and the specific arrangements depend on the situation.

Today's deeds made him see that the beggar gang was indeed slowly going downhill. But the days are changing, there are no immortal people, and there is no immortal sect. Song Qingshu was extremely indifferent to this, and he was able to stay out of the matter, after all, his concern with the beggar gang was too shallow.

It's just a little regrettable that the beggar gang under the former Northern Beggar Hong Qigong is gone after all.

The beggars belong to others, the road is his own, and he has his own path!

Gun way, martial arts, long way of life.

Thinking of this, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

This was followed by a loud shouting and scolding.

"Mother, honest and unpleasant. ”

Song Qingshu frowned, the content was vague and he didn't understand it very well, but the voice was very familiar, making him think of the scar tiger king kun with a hideous face and a fresh and refined mouth this morning.

"Squeak".

A person pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and it was Wang Kun. Wang Kun was very surprised to see a young man in the room, and he looked at it carefully, and also saw the identity of Song Qingshu.

I don't know if the wine hasn't woken up yet, Scar Tiger said in that deep voice: "Where don't you meet in life, little brother, you live here?"

Before Song Qingshu could answer, Scarred Tiger moved again, took a few steps back, and quickly closed the door, leaving only him: "Little brother remember to come to me for a drink, I'm next door." ”

Closing the door, Scartiger slapped the door of his head: "Mother, the wine hasn't woken up yet, and the wit is as good as mine, almost embarrassed." ”

The accommodation arranged by the peasant generation for the beggars' children is about the same, and the layout is similar, and there are rooms one by one side next to each other. Wang Kun thought he had gone to the wrong room. In a daze, Wang Kun came to the door of a room next to Song Qingshu again.

There was a faint figure in the room, and the door was not closed. Wang Kun didn't think too much about it, and pushed the door open.

What catches the eye is a white thigh, and thick leg hair.

When I looked up again, I saw a pair of staggered hands, well, covering the point.

Chest hair, Adam's apple, beard, Wang Kun continued to look up, and saw a pair of eyes full of the world's deep malice.

The two looked at each other.

"Scar Tiger, you dead pervert, get out!", the voice was loud, like resentment, like admiration, like crying.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Wang Kuncang hurriedly stepped back and closed the door again.

Maybe it was too loud and alarmed others. As soon as Wang Kun came out, he saw countless double-sized eyes.

"Scarred Tiger, what's wrong?", one of them asked with concern.

"Wang Kun, why did Li Xiu let out such a scream?", one of them asked curiously.

"Scar Tiger, what are you doing to hurt the sky and reason?", one of them asked jokingly.

Wang Kun's face turned pale, and he forcibly waved his hand calmly and said, "It's nothing?" and pushed open Song Qingshu's door again very briskly.

"Scarred Tiger ......".

"Bang!", Wang Kun hurriedly closed the door.

"Did something happen?" Song Qingshu looked at Wang Kun suspiciously, not knowing why he was able to make such a big move just after he went out.

"I didn't ...... Not...... Nothing?", Wang Kun only felt a cold sweat, as if he had escaped death.

After speaking, Wang Kun's eyes widened and he wondered, "You live here?"

"Dong Chao, Brother Dong brought me here, just now. ”

"Oh......", Wang Kun took a deep breath, thinking of all the deeds that happened today, and felt that he had drunk for the first time.

Song Qingshu secretly looked at Wang Kun, this was his roommate. There is a hint of curiosity, from the conversation he toasted today, he should have read some books, and for some reason, he fell into this realm.

The status of ancient scholars was respected, and there was a saying: "Everything is inferior, only reading is high", if Wang Kun has a real talent, he should not be a beggar.

Song Qingshu was slightly on guard.

"Little brother, what is your surname?", while Song Qingshu was looking at Wang Kun, Wang Kun was also looking at Song Qingshu.

"Surname Yang".

Wang Kun wanted to speak again.

"Mingge".

Wang Kun smiled, but didn't say anything more.

......

Song Qingshu's own martial arts talent is not bad, otherwise with his meticulous father, he would not be the first disciple of the three generations of Wudang.

Experiencing the surging internal force in the dantian, Song Qingshu took a deep breath.

The healing chapter in the Nine Yin True Scripture has been deeply understood by him, and as the broken dantian is slowly replenished, his strength has also returned to the peak.

Faintly, there is still a hint of refinement!

I don't know how the healing and bone refining chapter in the Nine Yin True Scripture is compared to the Shaolin Yijin Sutra? But it should not be as good as the Shaolin Yijin Sutra, which can not only heal injuries and bones, but also improve people's talent and expand people's potential.

After all, the healing bone in the Nine Yin True Scripture is only a branch.

Nine yin heavy style, nine yang heavy solid.

The formula is a move, but it is really an internal force.

The martial arts in the Nine Yin are all-encompassing, including Yi Muscle Forging Bones, Healing Wounds, Point Acupoints, Heart-Destroying Palms, White Cockroach Whips, Soul Shifting Dafa, Snake Walking Raccoon Flipping Technique, Great Demon Fist, Nine Yin White Bone Claws and other techniques.

The essence of the five Tibets and six mansions is all focused on the essence of the eye. Song Qingshu had already made plans, and the next step was to practice the Dafa of Soul Transfer.

Cultivating the Dafa of Soul Transfer and walking the rivers and lakes has many wonderful uses.

But now, in a comfortable mood and a new look all over, Song Qingshu got up, opened the door, and watched Wang Kun and others practice martial arts.

Xiangyang's martial arts performance is approaching, and it is obvious that Scar Tiger Wang Kun and many people want to achieve a good ranking. So, in the compound, there was a whistling of sticks.

Song Qingshu looked around, and the shadow of the stick flickered.

ps: Someone scolded me for two years: Mother, Cheng Bi Niang's displeasure. Translated, it should be: Damn, I dare to make your wife unhappy. It took another two years for me to understand.